Looking at Zhang Fucai's gradually receding back, Ma Guilan snorted and muttered, "What's so great about him? He has little ability but only knows how to bully women."
The family walked back.
Feng Gang couldn't help asking, "Mom, is Zhang Fucai just like this? Can Aunt Juxiang stand him?"
Ma Guilan said, "He is petty and narrow-minded, and he is even narrower than women. He is a typical villain. You heard what Juxiang said just now. After what happened this time, they definitely can't live together anymore."
Feng Gang nodded and said, "Aunt Juxiang is really pitiful."
Ma Guilan whispered, "Don't sympathize with her. When she is domineering, she is no less than Liang Meili."
At this point, Ma Guilan suddenly interrupted , stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his mouth, saying self-reproachfully: "Oh, why am I telling you all this? No more, no more. Go back and eat quickly, and don't interfere in other people's affairs in the future. This has nothing to do with you. Do you like to meddle in other people's affairs so much?"
Feng Gang said: "I just feel sorry for Aunt Juxiang."
"There are so many poor people in this world. Do you want your sympathy for each one? Do you want your help for each one? Do you think you are the savior? Take care of your own affairs first." Ma Guilan scolded her son in a low voice.
Feng Gang simply kept silent.
After dinner.
Feng Gang took a shower and moved a chair outside to enjoy the cool air. After a while, mom and dad went to bed, and Feng Gang quietly walked towards Lao Niu's melon shed.
It was late at night, and insects were chirping.
When Feng Gang rushed to the melon shed, he found that it was empty and there was no sign of Debo.
He dared to stand me up? Feng Gang thought to himself, looked around, and suddenly turned around to see Debo sitting on a chair with his eyes closed.
"Huh?" Feng Gang was shocked. He hadn't seen Debo just now, so how come he saw him sitting here after turning around?
He looked like he had always been sitting here and had never moved.
"Master De...," Feng Gang shouted in surprise, "When did you come?"
"I've been here all the time." Debo opened his eyes and said softly.
"Impossible, I didn't see you at all when I came in." Feng Gang shook his head and said in disbelief.
"When you reach my level, you can do the same."
"What level are you at?"
De Bo smiled mysteriously, did not answer, stood up, and said: "Starting from tonight, you have to study with me for 49 days. There must be a breakthrough every night during these 49 days. After three days, you will see the effect. After 49 days, you will be a master."
"Only 49 days?" Feng Gang was stunned. It's too easy to become a disciple, right? You even made it sound so amazing.
De Bo said: "I saw that you have a good talent, so I said 49 days. If you are not serious, even if I give you 49 years, you may not be able to learn. Don't say so much, let me see your body first."
...
That night, De Bo was transforming Feng Gang's body, touching his bones and moving his tendons, modifying some of his bad habits, and then taught him a set of peculiar boxing techniques. Until the sky was bright, Feng Gang, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, was sweating profusely, and he still didn't stop.
"Is it done?" Feng Gang finished a set of boxing, only to feel numb all over his body, and his feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he frowned and said.
"Not yet." De Bo said sternly, "Your boxing must give me a "force". Without this "force", it is just a show. Fight again!"
"I won't fight anymore." Feng Gang shook his head, his whole body was in pain, and he didn't want to move at all.
"Snap!"
De Bo swung a whip and hit Feng Gang on the back, scolding: "This is only the first day of the forty-nine days. This is the most basic basic skill. You can't even learn this. Why did you worship me as your master? Practice for me! Practice until I am satisfied."
"Master, it's really not good enough." Feng Gang felt a burning pain on his back. He didn't know how many times he was beaten that night, but it was strange that De Bo's whip swung on him, although it hurt so much, but there was no trace of scars on his body.
"I have to go back, or my mother will come looking for me later." Feng Gang said shamelessly.
"You can go back, but when you come tonight, I must see that 'momentum'."
"Master, why are you so anxious? I can't do it in forty-nine days, can you give me a hundred days? Anyway, we have plenty of time."
"No." De Bo shook his head, "Time is running out, forty-nine days is too much for me. I don't care what you do, you must find a way to keep up with me. Come over tonight and I will have something new to teach you."
Feng Gang frowned, looking at De Bo's serious expression, thinking, aren't you teaching me magic skills, why are you teaching me martial arts?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Debo shouted: "Do you think this set of boxing is just for fun? This is the most effective way to strengthen your body, and it can exercise every inch of your body. Do you think you are very strong? I can knock you away with one hand, do you believe it?"
Looking at Debo's mocking expression, Feng Gang raised his head unconvinced: "I don't believe it!"